Bellows
by Rae
· 05/05/2026
Published 05/05/2026 07:37
The storm didn't bring any rain,
just a wind that knocked the transformer out
and left the house hollow as an old bone.
I’m sitting on the linoleum,
waiting for the fridge to hum back to life,
but it stays dead.
Now there is only the scrape
of air against that one dry patch
at the very back of my throat.
A wet thud in the ribs.
I sound like a machine
someone forgot to turn off
in a building where everyone else
has already gone home.